“Yes, but suppose the Obnoxious Kid—which is a perfectly good name for her—gets huffy because she can’t learn to play tennis and see the football games and goes and shows that pillow-case to the Old Maids?” asked Sandy.
“I don’t believe,” answered Spud, “that she would do it anyway. I’ll bet she wouldn’t want them to know that she’d shinned down a water—I mean rain-spout any more than we’d want them to know that we’d been over helping ourselves to their apples.”
“That’s so,” said Sandy. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Well, I wouldn’t think too much of it now,” said The Fungus dryly. “That girl is the original trouble maker and I’ll bet she’d go to prison if she could get us into a fix. Girls are always making trouble, anyway. The best thing we can do is to keep her away at any cost. I think we ought to do something awful and see that the Old Maids hear about it.”
“Let us hear from the Diplomatist,” suggested Sandy.
“The Diplomatist agrees,” answered Ned. “Let’s think up some scheme for making ourselves thoroughly disliked over there. Then they’ll keep Miss Molly away from us and we won’t be troubled with her. I know what girls are. They’re always wanting you to do things for them. She’d be an awful bother, fellows.”
“Of course she would,” Hoop agreed with enthusiasm, thinking of the tennis lessons.
“Well, we’ll have to think up something,” said Sandy. “Meanwhile I guess it’s pretty near time to wander over to the field. I think they might cut out practice this afternoon.”
“When’s the first game?” asked Hoop.